Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

After gathering my thoughts and walking about fifty meters, the space ahead finally opened up.

Ronan met Old Dick, who, true to his name, was very old and very Dick.

Who is this humanoid figure? It must be a mutant!

Why are there two balls on its head?

Ronan was speechless, but from Martin's explanation, he roughly understood why Old Dick looked like that.

In his youth, he ventured into ruins and was cursed by a monster. The two spheres on his head are not tumors, but his brain.

The skull where his brain was originally located was now empty.

In other words, nowadays, Old Dick could be easily killed with just a needle.

This is probably one of the reasons why he is extremely shy.

Life is too fragile.

Ronan sincerely lamented that he simply couldn't imagine living with two balls on his head.

The curse... is truly terrifying. We must perfect the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow as much as possible.

To achieve invulnerability to swords and spears, impervious to water and fire, and indestructible by all laws…

Without much formality, after a brief introduction, Ronan spent five gold coins to obtain the Detection Magic from Old Dick.

He went to a secluded corner and sat down, quickly flipping through the pages, while Martin went up to talk to Old Dick.

He leaned against the counter, raising his eyebrows and glancing at Ronan every now and then.

He then took out two gold coins from his pocket, and after a brief whispered conversation, he made a deal with Old Dick.

Old Dick carefully pulled a medicine bottle from under the counter and handed it to Martin.

Just as Martin was figuring out how to deliver the potion to Ronan...

Suddenly, Frillie appeared behind him like a little ghost and asked in a crisp voice:

"What is this? Can you tell me?"

"Uncle Martin."

Martin was startled by the sound, coughed repeatedly, and turned around to say:

“Um, Miss Frilian, you don’t need to call me uncle, just call me by my name.”

"In terms of age, I'm probably still a baby in front of you."

Although, logically speaking, it is not inappropriate for a teenager to call a thirty-year-old adult "uncle".

But Frilian is an elf with a long lifespan, so she can't be addressed like that casually.

Frillie nodded as if she understood, but it was unclear whether she remembered the sentence.

Her gaze was fixed on the medicine bottle in Martin's hand.

Seeing this, Martin knew he couldn't avoid the problem.

Noticing that Ronan wasn't looking in his direction, he deliberately lowered his voice and whispered to Frillie:

"This is a man's treasure, Miss Frilian. You and Lord Ronan must have that kind of relationship..."

Upon hearing this, Frillie's eyes gradually became filled with doubt.

What kind of relationship?

Martin's heart skipped a beat; realizing his words had been too blunt, he quickly corrected himself:

"Excuse my bluntness, but I think that even if it's not that kind of relationship, no man can resist this kind of potion."

"I hope you can keep this a secret. This is a gift I will give to Lord Ronan in the future. It has a very practical effect in the wild."

"It can dissolve all clothing without damaging human skin, and also has a certain disinfection function, which can eliminate odors."

"Imagine if you encounter a monster in the wild and are seriously injured, with your clothes covered in blood and venom. With this, you're 100% guaranteed to escape."

"What a perfect magic potion this is!"

Would you like one too?

Chapter 21, Section 22: Frillian's True Age, Subject to Torture and Torture

After a while, Ronan slowly closed the heavy magic book.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and marveled at how powerful the magic was.

No wonder it has become a necessity for every adventurer's party.

The five gold coins were well spent.

Just as he was about to test Frilian, he looked up and suddenly found her standing in the corner, hesitating.

Ronan frowned, stepped forward, and asked:

"what happened?"

"Are you still not quite used to the environment here?"

Upon hearing this, Frillie hesitated for a moment, wanting to blurt out certain words.

But then, as if remembering something, she subtly touched her pocket while shaking her head slowly, and said softly:

"No...it's alright. Have you finished learning the detection magic?"

It was clear she had something on her mind. Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

Then, he exhaled and said a few words, changing the subject: "Not bad, you've finished learning it."

If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it. It shouldn't be a big deal anyway.

At most, she just took a fancy to something and spent some of the allowance I gave her.

There's no need to pry. She'll tell you herself when the time is right.

Thinking of this, Ronan paused for a moment, then continued:

"It's very simple and practical."

"Frilian, do you want to know your own strength?"

Frillie was somewhat surprised; anyone could understand the meaning behind Ronan's words, but she had some doubts:

"If I remember correctly, detection magic can only detect monsters... and it can only determine the type of monster."

"Elf..."

She was about to say something more when Ronan interrupted her, saying, "They are them, and I am me."

Ronan didn't care whether Martin and Old Dick, who were chatting nearby, could hear him or understand him.

He extended a finger, a glint of magical light emanating from its tip, and explained softly:

"Detecting monsters is a stereotype that people used to have about this kind of magic."

"You said before that magic is a world based on imagination."

"If we can detect monsters using our imagination, why can't we detect other creatures?"

"I haven't spent much time with you, but I can roughly sense the strength of your magic."

As he spoke, Ronan quickly gathered some information in his mind as he used the detection magic.

These messages appeared clearly before his eyes as the magic surged.

He read it carefully, and then told her about Frilian's current strength bit by bit.

Of course, she kept her voice very low so that no outsiders could hear her, after all, it was Frilian's privacy.

"Your total magic power is around one thousand, calculated as one strand."

"Martin and Old Dick also have some magic, but one has fifty and the other only two hundred."

"In human terms, this is normal; on average, it increases by three to five strands per year..."

At this point, Ronan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered a blind spot.

He looked at Frilian and asked, "Frilian, are you over two hundred years old?"

Frillie was startled, then held her breath and quickly looked around, afraid that her secret would be overheard.

Only after seeing that Martin and Old Dick were still busy with their own things and did not react did she breathe a slight sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders relaxed a little.

Two hundred years old is a very young age among elves.

However, in the eyes of humans, this is an absolute old monster.

She had a similar experience before, becoming friends with human girls she passed through villages.

Then those girls all distanced themselves from her because of her age.

They don't envy their "old age" yet youthful appearance; instead, they feel they are more terrifying than their ancestors.

Because their ancestors were only eighty or ninety years old.

Ronan…

“Don’t worry, Frilian.” Ronan seemed to sense Frilian’s worry.

He smiled slightly: "I don't care about your age, after all, you're an elf, aren't you?"

"Of course, it was mainly my oversight. No one would have thought that age could be determined by the total amount of magic power."

"..." Frilian took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself down.

A moment later, she spoke with a hint of relief:

"I'm glad you don't mind. I'm sorry, I should have told you about this beforehand."

"A thousand strands? Thank you for telling me, I will remember it well."

"I wonder what your total magic power is?"

Frillie was very curious. She had never heard of the unit "thread" before, but from the perspective of the nature of magic, it was quite normal.

If this unit is promoted and popularized, it may trigger a new revolution.